Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The North District Police Station, which used to be Detective Coulson, now sits with Weiss.

Weiss is not easy to sit here, he has read the files in his hand over and over a dozen times, and now he can only start to read more than a dozen times.

There is no one he knows here, and there is someone who is’inexplicable’ running behind him, “Coulson, you dealt with it last week…” After discovering that it was Weiss who turned back, twitched his Lips walked away directly, and then asked the people around loudly, “Who knows whom Coson handled the case last week?”

The answer was, “Lance.”

“Tsk.” Ignoring Wes’s departure at all.

Look, Wess stay here is not easy, its hard.

The worst thing is that Wes can only stay here. He doesn’t know where he can go, because his partner and friends are also the guide who should help him adapt to the environment of the North District Police Station. He- Mom-he didn’t come to work at all!

Weiss has already called the only place he can think of-James’ own home. Can you understand? James has no friends. There are only two missing places where he can play, one in his own home and the other in Weiss’s. Wes is here, so…

But no one answered! Wes regretted walking so simply at the city hall yesterday. To be honest, he was a little worried about whether something happened to James.

Time is approaching noon, Weiss has hardly had any communication with his colleagues in the North District Police Department, but every time he looks around, he can find that the blinds in the team leaders office have been opened. Examine the eyes, look at him! The woman’s eyes, his boss’s, the murder team leader’s eyes!

Weiss can’t hold it anymore.

“*!” Let out a deep mood, Wes is not going to stay in this unkind environment to waste time! If James does not show up, whatever! He investigates the case himself! The lives of the people are being threatened! Wes needs to do something!

Taking the key to his motorcycle, Wes grabbed his jacket and prepared to leave the police station.

“Detective Lance. Do you have time?” Chapman called Wes at the door of the police station. Please don’t pay too much attention to Chapman’s politeness, just to avoid embarrassment, we all The person who knows who will be James’ partner is either Wes or Chapman, right? Politeness, between these two people, very much needed.

“En.” Weiss is conscious. He knows his difficult situation in the North District Police. One part is that he replaced Coulson, and the other part is this Chapman. Everyone knows that Chapman has had a rough year. When things finally started to get better-at least Chapman’s son recovered completely, isn’t it, Chapman bravely offered himself a promotion opportunity and was squeezed out by Wes.

Chapman glanced at the motorcycle that Wes was walking towards, pursed his lips, and motioned to his patrol car. So this is a conversation that requires privacy.

Weiss did not refuse.

Weiss was a little surprised. After getting in the car, Chapman started to fasten his seat belt and the key was also inserted, as if he was about to go on the road.

Wes pursed his lips without asking more. He fastened on his seat belt and looked at the police station in front of his field of vision. Maybe its just a drive for talking. Many people like the feeling of communicating on the move, dont they…

“Lets go to Mary Church.”

Uh, not a drive. Chapman has a destination.

Wes frowned, “Church?”

Chapman actually smiled, with a relaxed smile, “Yes, church, but, I think you should think of other things , For example, fallen angels, demons and the like. Although Chapman stretched his right hand over while driving, Although I live in the southern district, I seem to have seen you several times, but I dont think Ive ever officially I have introduced myself. Chapman, ordinary police officer, demon’s man, hehe.”

Wes held Chapman’s hand, “Wes. Newcomer detective, free man.” Unexpected , The mood is relaxed. Who doesnt like the communication between Mingren and Minghua~

There is no need to be aggrieved while pregnant with James. Wes is very straightforward, “What did the demons find out yesterday? The republican of the case? Has his soul been found?”

“Well–“The elongated ending, “I have a little trouble, I found it, but he is not here. , Not in hell.” Chapman thought for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about how to describe it, “We need help from others, um…so we need you to help persuade someone who can help.”

Wes actually understood what Chapman meant. This is just a generalization. Before entering the specific description of the situation, “Thank you, James has always rejected the help of the devil… Hey, any help from other races. Thank you.”

“Hehe, you dont need to, Detective Lance There is a reason for his rejection, no one can criticize.” Shrugged, “Thank Maddison if you want to thank you. It was he who contacted the fallen angels at midnight last night and asked the demons to help. He said that if he doesn’t help, the case is in James. He probably won’t be able to tie his hands.”

Wes was a little helpless. He was not surprised at all, leaning on the back of his chair, “Hey, Madison won’t just be right where James is now. “What Wes thought most directly was that Maddison asked the devil for help at midnight, presumably something happened that made Maddison take action. After all, during the daytime yesterday, Maddison had a complete attitude of’I have fulfilled my duty as a citizen and called the police, and the next thing has nothing to do with me, I am very busy’ attitude. Then, maybe he and James There is contact, what has changed, so that Madison’s civic awareness has increased a bit.

Chapman laughed, “Not sure, but Maddison confirmed where James was last night.” A little serious, “Eli Torrido took James to the mill. Ask Maddison to re-narrate the process of discovering the scene of the crime.”

Wes blinked, “Ele Torrido wants to help us investigate the crime? Is it really helpful?”

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“Well.” As if he couldn’t get serious, Chapman laughed silently again, “But don’t expect. Maddison said that the guy played the “imitating Zach game” element, which is far higher than the truth. Help.” Chapman paused, inexplicably off-topic, “You know, Madison is writing a story, about our story.”

“What?”

“Well, sorry, its not us, its Zachs story. But…” Chapman shrugged again, “You know Zachs, his story is everyones story, then, um, Maddison is writing these Story.”

There is nothing worth talking about on the surface. Wes adjusted his sitting posture abnormally, “What did he write?”

“At least Write that I tried to commit suicide, cheated on insurance, and was rescued by Wandell.” Chapman shook his head, “If you want to know, you should ask Maddison. I asked. To be honest, I feel, pretty, well, Quite…” Chapman didn’t know how to describe it, stupid? Uh, Chapman is not yet ready to sum up himself this way.

Weiss didn’t ask further, pursing his lips, “I don’t want to ask Maddison what he wrote.” It was against his will.

“You should.” Chapman shook the head, “Because these manuscripts were taken by Eli Torrido.” Give some time for Wes to react, “He will In every word that Maddison wrote, I saw everything that Zach did in Barton this yearour story, what kind of role we are, entering Zachs life, and the role of us in What kind of story does the story play, um, part.”

Wes tried to control himself not to swear, because it sounds like, let people have one’s hair stand on end, the denial mode is turned on, “That’s just The story, dont care, its probably far from the truth…”

“No, its all true. Very true.” Chapman made a special trip to watch with a serious face at the red light He said, “At least my story is a fact, I don’t want to admit it, but Maddison gave me the preparation.” The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, “I don’t know how he understood my psychological changes this year. Stuck among demons and humans, he wrote it out. I hate to say that, but Maddison knows myself better than I do.” The final point, “And these things will be seen by Eli Torrido.” Red When the lights were over, Chapman looked back and continued to drive.

Wes is still denying the mode. He has to. He has a’dark and twisted soul’. He has a’secret’ that he doesn’t want anyone to know. I won’t explain much. Anyway, this denial mode makes He grabbed a point that could shift the topic, “Madison gave a backup manuscript? Why?”

“I think Maddison just wiped his butt.” Chapman shook the head,” There are a lot of things he wrote that are offensive, um, some people.” Xiao squinted Wes, “He mocked many things, humans or foreign races.” Continue to shrug, because of the driving posture, expressiveness suffers Limit, “Of course the most is Zach, but Zach is everywhere, so Maddison followed Zac to mock everyone. Now, hehe.” Chapman’s mood is really relaxed, who knows what he is thinking “These stories were taken away by Eli Torrido. No one can guarantee that this guy will only read these stories quietly by himself, and dont use them. Therefore, Maddison will wipe himself.”

Wes really really wants to roll his eyes, oh no, scolding rude swearing. Sorry, Wes, I mocked you again.

Chapman stopped the car. I still have an impression of the section of the road. Its not far from the police station to Marys Church, and further on, its the southern part. Chapman waved his hand. “Actually, I think Maddison asked the devil for help. It was mainly an excuse. He just wanted to find an opportunity to tell Jessica that as the first foreign force to appear in Barton, or the fallen angel of Saint Lords faith, the theory Shang and Zac are of the same origin. Maddison didnt write her very well, um, positive.” He said, “Its more euphemistic. In fact, I respect you very much and think you are a good person. What I write is only artistic treatment. Dont care about this feeling.”

Weiss understood, “Helping the police detective to solve the case is positive and worthy of respect, even if she is a fallen angel.”

“That’s it.” Chapman nodded, motioning for Wes to follow.

Wes walked very slowly when heading to the Church of Mary, because it was Chapman who followed the zigzag left and right. Obviously there are spacious and direct roads, and I dont know what Chapman is doing round and round…

“Hell Dog.” Chapman curl one’s lip, “The fallen angel summoned all the hells of Barton Dog.” Continue to go around, getting closer to the church, more carefully around, even on tiptoe.

Wes twitched at the corner of his eyes, not wanting to move forward.

“Dont worry, you can go straight away. Im just, uh, a bit special. I have a contract with the devil. Part of me is already in hell. I might be dragged to hell in advance by the hell dog. You don’t have to worry about this.”

This explanation did not make Wes happy, and the distracting topic was demanded at this time, “Tell me about the case, what’s the matter with the soul of the Republican?”

“He was trapped in the crevice of the world.” Chapman began to explain, “The fallen angels dont know how this happened, but last night, after Madison asked for help, the demons began to Look for souls who died at that time in hell.”

He didnt enter the Church of Mary, but went straight back. Chapman continued, “Bartons Gate of Hell was indeed opened at that time, Hellhound Also entered, but the soul is not at all and is belonged to hell, stuck in the gap, the world where the hell dog is.”

Remember, the hell dog without the manifestation of fallen angels can only The alternating dawn and dusk in the world fully manifest in reality. Hellhounds are creatures that live in the cracks of the world.

“Didn’t find the soul in hell, Jessica started tapping the hellhound under her hand.” A little helpless, “except for a few hellhounds who ran to Newton to fight, there was one, trapped in Im in a crevice, I cant enter hell, and I cant be summoned into this world.”

Wes has already begun to understand what Chapman said, “You said the hell dog that dragged the republican soul was trapped. In the crevice.”

“Well.” Chapman nodded, “With the soul. The IQ of Hellhounds is really not high. Once they bite something, they dont run to the destination and let them go. Will let go. So it’s trapped. Jessica can feel it, but can’t order it to do anything. She can only let the stupid dog…” Chapman stopped moving, facing the air, “I didn’t say you, you are all good dogs.” Continue to detour more carefully and glance at Wes helplessly, “So we need help to pull this hellhound and soul from the gap.”

“Can’t Jessica herself?”

“I can’t.” The fallen angel in the distance said, “No demon can.” And explain, “Why There is a Gate of Hell? Why cant the devil walk directly from hell into the world? Because two worlds are separated by a wall, no one can walk through the wall directly. This is the function of the wall, isnt it, separation and isolation. So we created the door , The door inlaid on the wall, in and out of the two worlds. But does that mean I can turn around ninety degrees and walk into the wall when I pass the door?” Jessica smiled and shook her head, “So we need help.” Floating towards someone sitting on the bench.

Walter.

Walter, he was holding a stack of bound manuscripts, the place where he was pinched was already wrinkled, he didn’t even bother to turn the pages of the fallen angel, his face seemed to be constipated for a month. Yes, the kind that is dying.

pa!

Walter threw the manuscript in his hand to the ground, “That shameless vampire! He played with us!”

I also need to say that the manuscript is What…Well, something to wipe your ass.